Right after the five babies were born, the father whispered, These are not mine, and walked out, The mother stayed calm and vowed to raise them alone, But thirty years later, when the real truth surfaced, Everything changed
The maternity ward was loud in the way only newborn life can be—five tiny cries rising and falling like a chaotic chorus. Nurses moved quickly, adjusting blankets and checking vitals, while the young mother, exhausted and overwhelmed, lay back against her pillows and stared at her babies. Five of them. Quintuplets. Small, fragile, but perfect….